Could I be free to go, wherever, whenever?—In the throes of isolation during the pandemic,
Could I be free to go, wherever, whenever?—In the throes of isolation during the pandemic, time and time again, I lose sight of where I am. The mind breaks down, the body follows. The stronger the desire to run away, the more it consumes. So now I practice just sitting through it, trying to befriend the heat that surfaces between fissures of life. (You’ll be alright) -- source link
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